Fiction: Three Day Monologue
By Nic Custer Nov 2005
2 days, 23 hours; wasted, lost, forgotten
That last hour of sweet gleaming light
What do I seek?
the blinding hues of that perfect sunset over Lake Michigan?
…or the intense depth and color of that surreal masterpiece?
NO.
I won't miss these in my nocturnal abyss.
I need just one last glimpse of your beauty in my descent from paradise
To see those alluring eyes, green blades that cut through my soul, and understand.
Those sensuous lips that scream, "Kiss me! Love me! Take me!"
And that smile, O that wondrous smile! that barely cracks your angelic face
Yet eclipses all my problems, worries, cares
Filling me with such immense ecstasy, to help bear life's meaningless expanse
I move in for one last caress, one last kiss upon those soft lips.
To remember.
I can see it now, inevitable black; the world fading out,
waning light and the last views of your slender silhouette.
A tear wells up in my failing globes. Then darkness.
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